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FireboltAvis88 · 05-15-2014, 03:17 PM

SPOILER!!: Wonder Jasmine

"Feisty and competitive huh?" Cris repeated Jasmine's words with a grin. "You're definitely my kind of woman," Cris admitted before belatedly realizing how sexist that sounded. "Wait....that came out wrong. I meant to say that I like a woman who has lots of self-confidence. It's a great attribute...and before I put my foot in my mouth, let's do this...one...two....three," and on the count of three, Cris put all his focus on the task at hand....or in this case his arm, which was really hard to do because the moment wrist locked with Jasmine, the feel of her soft skin distracted him.

However, when he realized that he was having a tough time pushing down Jasmine's hand, he shook his to refocus and funnelled all his strength and energy up to his arm. He sucked in his tummy muscles and planted his feet firmly on the ground, making every effort not to push up on his legs.

Cris grinned at Jasmine through gritted teeth. The look of immense concentration on her face showed her determination to win. Now Cris was a gentleman and he would have gladly let her win hands down...or in this case, wrists down, but after she had voiced her opinion that she didn't want a headstart, he decided to respect her wishes.

....and so he presssed on, pushing down as hard as he could. Had their arms still upright or was one of them losing ground and lowering to the table's surface?

05-15-2014, 03:17 PM	#386 (permalink)
FireboltAvis88 Banned Kappa Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Calif., USA Posts: 14,643 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cristoffer Daniel Strand Sixth Year x12 x12	Jasmine 11; Potion 8 There's some good in this world and it's worth fighting for\| LOTR\|Whovian\|Sherlock Fan SPOILER!!: Wonder Jasmine Quote: Originally Posted by Daydreamer11 Responding to Cris' question, Jasmine said, "Both". *"I've always been feisty and* competitive, but your potion has taken it to another level. So give yourself a hand. Your potion making skills are excellent and now I'm going to take you down." For just a moment, Jasmine allowed her focus to shift. She couldn't help but observe Cris' bicep now because it was on display right in front of her, "Man this boy is buff", Jasmine thought to herself. Shaking off those thoughts, Jasmine reminded herself that mental toughness was going to be the key to her victory. Sure, Cris was stronger than she was, but could he out-focus her? Concentrating hard on the task at hand, Jasmine put her arm on the table and grabbed, Cris' hand. "OK we start on three. One, Two, Three."** Jasmine pushed with all of her strength and all of the potion's strength. The fact that Cris didn't immediately slam her arm on the table in victory was somewhat encouraging. She hoped that he was giving his best effort because she did not want a pity win. "Feisty and competitive huh?" Cris repeated Jasmine's words with a grin. "You're definitely my kind of woman," Cris admitted before belatedly realizing how sexist that sounded. "Wait....that came out wrong. I meant to say that I like a woman who has lots of self-confidence. It's a great attribute...and before I put my foot in my mouth, let's do this...one...two....three," and on the count of three, Cris put all his focus on the task at hand....or in this case his arm, which was really hard to do because the moment wrist locked with Jasmine, the feel of her soft skin distracted him. However, when he realized that he was having a tough time pushing down Jasmine's hand, he shook his to refocus and funnelled all his strength and energy up to his arm. He sucked in his tummy muscles and planted his feet firmly on the ground, making every effort not to push up on his legs. Cris grinned at Jasmine through gritted teeth. The look of immense concentration on her face showed her determination to win. Now Cris was a gentleman and he would have gladly let her win hands down...or in this case, wrists down, but after she had voiced her opinion that she didn't want a headstart, he decided to respect her wishes. ....and so he presssed on, pushing down as hard as he could. Had their arms still upright or was one of them losing ground and lowering to the table's surface?